Month: January 2016

I remember this, somewhat,
Maybe it’s the different songs,
Different people, different words,
But I remember from not so long,
A place like this I used to go,
On every seventh morning glow,
Etched with symbols of cross and crown,
And white man in long white gown.

I’m wondering why I’m back here,
Wasn’t requested, merely brought,
Relocated by a father with something in mind,
Perhaps strong repentance in his thoughts,
But be it the memory’s flash through his lens,
Or the dollars he donates when collectors approach,
The air feels familiar, I remember it,
From when I didn’t question things so much.